Heron Lake Plateau we haven't talked in quite some time.

To Ceara's apology, Niamh shrugged. It's not exactly something that Ceara needed to apologize for- in Niamh's opinion, she'd been demoted because she couldn't respect Quixote, who was an incapable leader. Of course, that was about as far from the truth as it could possibly get- and with each decision and statement he had shown himself to be mature, compassionate and wise- but Niamh wasn't willing to see it that way, unfortunately. It was obvious that Ceara actually cared a bit, so Niamh softened for a moment, and sighed softly, nodding. She opened her mouth to say more, but Ceara continued, so she would have to hold her tongue for the moment. 

She was confused that Ceara hadn't come to rejoin them, and gave her a look that said as much. When the topic shifted to her brother, she bristled. Ceara had come to talk to Niamh about him, and that made Niamh suuuuper uncomfortable. Rife with the flustered feeling of not wanting to delve into her brother's excessively romantic life, she didn't read Ceara's body language well and leapt to a conclusion without gauging what the situation actually was. "Yeh...He's a bit of a sleaze." She said. "He's a good guy...And I love him to bits but...He's...Yeh. I mean, do what you want, but..." She said and shrugged, as though to say at least I warned you.